A loud laugh made them turn suddenly.
"The kiss of death!" mocked a woman's voice in scorn.
There in the doorway stood a woman heavily veiled.
She leveled a pistol at Hadly and a loud shot followed.
Her aim was true. Hadly fell heavily at Venna's feet. The woman turned and fled.
No sound escaped Venna's lips. White as death she stooped and gently lifted his head. The servants, hearing the shot, rushed in. She ordered them to summon aid. In fear and trembling they instantly obeyed.
Alone with her husband, a terrible fear possessed her. Was he dead? Was she too late with her pity?
Slowly his eyes opened and looked up into her face.
"Venna girl," he whispered, "it's all over—my dream—it's a rude awakening, but it's best—best for you—Venna, my bride!"
"No! No! Will! We will save you! Have courage!"